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NIGHT SHIFT AT THE LIGHT BULB SHOP (Part 2 by Aaron) - Day 6/12
So then a bunch of things happened that would take a novel to explain. I eventually left the light bulb store, but not before encountering my maker, a girl by the name of April M____. The experiments in the backroom were all in an effort to contact her. She had, for some unknown reason, taken a liking to me (perhaps my laidback way of speech or the way I anticipate events far in advance) and paid me a visit one evening after all the frizzy haired galoots had left for the evening. I recognized her immediately in the one shadowy, unilluminated corner of the store, like you would a storm, when I realized that the only real electric presence in the room was her. April sat down in a lawn chair embroidered in neon light tubing and looked at me, reticent and unwanting. I stood dumbfounded behind the cashier counter. I knew her name, I knew the contents of her closets, I knew her most cherished memories, I knew her future joys and nadirs - and still a void remained. In the core of her, there remained a hard impenetrable nugget of nothing that constituted her present. She knew what was going to happen to me, yet she wouldn’t tell me a thing. It was the most disturbing thing I encountered during my employment at the light bulb shop.
GREAT MOMENTS IN THE COMPUTING LIFE OF MY FAMILY (Part 2 by April) - Day 6/12
Aug 1987: Mom comes home from the hospital, so have a big party at the house using our settlement money. I make invitations on Pagemaker with confetti clipart and send them out to the neighborhood. Everybody comes.
Oct 1987: I start volunteering at the library’s computer lab, because Mom says I’m going to need community service for my college resume. Stacy Bixler leans on my desk asks me if I can do that trick that Andrew McCarthy does in “Pretty in Pink.” I don’t know what she’s talking about, but I say I can anyway. She laughs when I try and says maybe I need to go see more movies. I answer, “maybe,” and she stands there a little afterward, like she’s waiting for something.
Jan 1988: After another doctor’s visit, Dad mentions that maybe we should get an IBM, too. The next day, he goes around and buys one, and tinker with MS-DOS together. Later, Phil Ascher comes over and gives me the demo for Nightbomber and Kingdom of Kroz and we play all afternoon.
Mar 1988: Dad’s prognosis gets worse. Sometimes he goes into the bedroom with the home video recorder, taping things that he says we can watch later.
May 1988: I finally get SimCity for the IBM. I spend all my time after school building up my town with extra police, extra firemen, and extra roads for escape routes, just in case.
Old School SimCity (April).
